(Thomas)As I swiveled the steering wheel to one side and braced Lydia with one hand, It all came flooding back to me.The crash.It had been louder than this one, but it still bore a stark similarity.And as I passed out, I began to remember.***The first time I caught sight of her was in a marketing class. She was an exceptionally bright student and her face radiated her intellect and playful joy. She was the curious type, always eager to learn – and gregarious. The professors loved that she debated with them. I did, too. I had always admired opinionated women.And then, she had rescued Jack and I while we were cheating on a test.“Those were my flashcards,” she had told the instructor.And, since then, I had been on her tail.“Go out with me!” I had exclaimed. She had jumped and then clutched her chest. “Sheesh, Thomas, you scared me!”I had showed up outside her dormitory, clutching flowers. “Please, give me a chance!” I had said. She had chuckled and hurried off to a class.“Go
(Thomas)I woke up in a hospital bed. There was a sharp pain thudding through my head. I glanced around the room. There was nobody there. I rang the bell for the nurse.She appeared with the doctor a minute later.“Oh good,” he said, “You’re awake. Mr. Lombardi, you’ve suffered a car accident. Luckily, besides some minor scratches, you are completely fine--”“Where’s my wife?” I interrupted him.The doctor drew in a deep breath and exhaled.“She is in the next room,” he said, “She shouldn’t have suffered any major injuries, but she is yet to gain consciousness.”I sprang out of bed. The doctor began to speak again but I did not want to hear it. “Take me to her!” I said.***Lydia lay in the hospital bed in the room next to mine. Her chest moved slowly as she breathed from the oxygen mask on her face. The door behind me swung open and Ruby and Adeline walked in.“How did we get here?” I asked them.“Somebody saw you two crash on the highway and called an ambulance,” she replied.“How l
(Lydia)My mouth felt as dry as sandpaper. Somewhere, a monitor was beeping intermittently. I could hear a man sobbing. It took me a second to realize that it was his voice.“Oh, Lydia, honey,” he wept, “Why won’t you answer me?”He continued to cry softly.Memories came flashing back to me – of us crashing into the side of the hill. I did not know how long I had been here but it was comforting to know that he was here, waiting for me, when I woke up.I opened my eyes slowly. I was looking up at a white ceiling and the lights on it swayed dizzily.“Baby?” he gasped, walking up to me.I turned my eyes towards him.“Oh, thank God you’re awake!” he smiled and cupped my face in his hands. Tears streamed down his cheeks. I had never before seen a man so ecstatic.“I’m sorry,” I quietly said, “Who are you?”His face fell. He blinked, alarmed.“What?” he gasped, “Don’t you remember me? Lydia, honey, it’s me – Thomas!”I crinkled my brows. “Thomas, who?”He was astonished.Then, his shoulders
(Thomas)When I had gotten my memories back, I had also gotten reminders of Sarah.My friends and I had been returning from a basketball match. When I had reached my dorm, I had been surprised to find Sarah standing outside.She had been smiling and waving at me. I had greeted her the same way that I had always done. Sarah had grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to a side.“What are you doing?” I had laughed, confused.“You went out with Lydia last night?” she asked disapprovingly.“Why?” I asked, patting my neck dry with a towel, “I thought the two of you were friends.”“Oh, come on, Thomas,” Sarah had rolled her eyes, “I was only trying to be nice to her!”I had frowned. “What do you mean?”“Thomas, she’s a trashy gold-digger from nowhere! It doesn’t make sense for you to go out with her!”What? I had thought. My face had hardened.But she had continued on. “You should be going out with someone from the same social class as yourself. This is too weird. People are making fun of you!”
(Lydia)Thomas and I were back together … or so I had thought. The truth was that I did not exactly know where we stood. Once or twice, he had given me a small peck on the cheek or forehead.But it did not matter to me. I was physically drained and still recovering from the accident. It did not make sense to fixate too much on our relationship right now.I simply loved having him around. His presence had always inspired a sense of peace inside me. And that is exactly what it had been doing for all of these past few days. He visited me every single day.We would talk, eat, and watch television. He would read to me and play with the children. And that had been enough for me.But when I had seen Sarah’s name on his phone, a pit had formed in my stomach. Were they still in touch? Why had he not cut off contact with her yet?“She threatened my children,” I told him, “Back when she was still at the hospital. The day I ran into the two of you, you went back inside for a few minutes and left
(Ruby)Ever since the accident, the gossip columns and tabloids kept digging up stories about Lydia and Thomas.What was more, they had somehow learned about me as well. So, it was not just her that was under fire.Gallery to the Gossip Pages: Billionaire’s Ex and Her Sister, they read.Art Attack. Canvas Chaos.And the worst one so far … Billionaire Brats. That one was about the twins.I could not let Lydia find out about any of this. Nor, for that matter, could I confide in Thomas.The two of them had just begun a lovely reconciliation period after a trying time. Somehow, the press had gotten a hold of pictures of the twins. For Lydia to discover this would have been very distressful.I was actually concerned that her finding out would not only take a toll on her mental health but also wedge a rift between Thomas and her. So, I had been doing everything in my power to keep this news away from her.But, I had known that she would eventually find out. So, in my desperation, I had turn
(Thomas)I was driving over to the car mechanic. I had given him Lydia’s car a couple of weeks ago and he had called me today and told me that it was ready.“What’s wrong with it?” I had asked him when I handed it in, “The fuel tank light went on barely thirty minutes into the drive. It made no sense at all. We had gas.”The mechanic, Gustav, an old friend of mine, had leaned in and said, “Have you made any enemies recently, Mr. Lombardi?”I had scratched my head. “No?” I had said, “I don’t think so. Why?”“Well, someone damaged the gasoline pipe. It was clearly struck down on with great force, and not at an angle where it could have happened by accident.”I had gone pale. “Are you sure?” I had asked.“I’m positive, Mr. Lombardi,” he had said, “With my twenty years working with cars, I know when damage is intentional.”“Well, fix it up,” I had said. Gustav had nodded and gotten to work.***Now, as I thought about it, I had a horrible gut feeling that it was Sarah who had been behind
(Adeline)I walked down the dimly lit corridor, my heels clicking the stone floor. On both sides were black bars and prisoners in gray suits snored behind them. It was still very early on in the day; the sun had barely begun to climb.“Your recovery is going great,” the doctors had said, “your chemo appears to be very effective.”I had smiled and laughed. “It appears as though I’ve got a second shot at life.”I did not want to waste it.“You’re worthless!” he had said, hurling a fist at my eye. I had wept and sobbed, covering my bruising eye with both hands.“You’re a disgrace upon this earth!”“Why did you marry me then?” I had squealed, tears streaming down my cheeks and sobs escaping unbidden.He had narrowed his eyes and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Don’t talk back to me.”I shuddered at the memory. Lydia had always asked me why I had not run but I had a very simple answer. When I had been a little girl, my father used to beat my mother. When I had started growing up, he had